My dress brushed against my knees as I ran outside, my matching violet heels in hand. I glanced back at the mansion, or at least what looks to be a slightly smaller mansion, its blue I think. My vision seems find, but something about everything around seems blurry. It feels like I can see, but the world around me can't. My mother rushes out of the house, after me with a charming look on her thin face.
She looks like a supermodel in a dress that seems to be a replica of mine. My mother looks from my dolled up face to be feet, which now seem to be wearing the heels I had been carrying. Come to think of it; I'm wearing a white wedding dress that fits my body like a glove, right before it flows gently right above my knees. It's the dress I always wanted, the one I always dreamed of.
"Where is Daddy?" I find my self asking curiously, my mother is a supermodel and my dad is not present which oddly bothers me.
My mother does not look worried though, she only smiles, a delicate smile that brightens up her doll like face. A curly lock of bright red hair falls in my perfect framed face, and I stare at it curiously. How could I be so beautiful when not ten minutes ago I was so plain? But I just enjoyed the fact that I was finally beautiful, and stared expectantly at my mother.
"He is waiting for you; just like everyone else silly," she paused for a moment and than rambled on like her usual self, "everyone is on the edge of their seats, so move you royal ass and lets get you married!" She chuckled a deep and throaty laugh and I slowly stepped forward, surprisingly finding myself in the back yard after I merely blinked.
White chairs with bows on the back were in 6 vertical lines, and a carpet making way in-between. There is no one in the chairs, but I have a feeling they are, like I am shutting everyone out or something. A boy stands waiting for me at the end of the aisle, as I get closer I can see that his black hair covers most of his face, and her is much older than a boy. And I am much older than just a girl. I yearn to see his face but an ugly echoing interrupts my wish--
"Audrey! Wake up, Muffin wants you to pet her!" I open my tired eyes only to find myself face to face with a blinking black cat. Poor Muffin is held in the breathtaking clutches of my 5 year old brother, Steve. I could literally murder him right now, but I squeeze my eyes shut and will for myself to sleep again. I want to pounce on my stupid and self righteous brother, but he would surly till my parents in a heartbeat if I laid a finger on him. Five year olds, why do they exist?
"I swear to god Scott, leave right now with Muffin or die!" I hear scampering across the hall and I finally know he is gone. I don't feel bad one bit, how dare he wake me from such a beautiful dream? Especially the best dream I've had in ages! Is this even legal? Because it shouldn't be, when a person is lucid and having the time of their life -er dream- than you have no damn right to take that away from them... Why did my parents have to make another mistake. There was protection in there days, at least when they had Scott.
My eyes are practically glued shut because of my powerful will, and my body trying to relax. I try to tell myself that it is still nighttime, but practically repels against my emotions. Nothing I try for the next ten minutes works, and I am left with a disturbing brother who is dressing my cat up with lettuce, and disappointing shutter through my body.
If only us humans could actually control our own bodies, than the world would be a better place. I could stop blushing around my boyfriend every time he leans to kiss me, and I could be sleeping right now... What is the point of life if we don't have a say in it? I lose myself in jumbles of thought while holding poor Muffin to my chest while trying not to kill her with my strangely strong grip.
I make a large amount of coffee and treat myself to the worst 4 cups of coffee I've had in forever. It's no surprise it tastes bad, I practically the worse cook in the world, but I have a feeling today is going to be a bad day and it seems to be affecting my emotional stability. Now I can be in love with a dream, and, crazy. What a great start to the day! I can't wait for whatever else the world would like to punish me with today, I grumble to myself before I take when last longing sip from my coffee mug.
I get dressing in a simple white summer dress and can't help but think of my beautiful shoes from my dream, as I shove my feet into my run-down flats. I take my time as I walk around the block to Abi's house for our daily gossip. She always has new news, the girl is a gossip whore and she knows it. At least she keeps me up to date or 'in the know'. It does have its advantages for sure, but Abi will always be the little girl with freckles that held my hand when I fell of the swing in grade one.
"Hey Audrey." Abi mumbles something about hating herself when I step through the small door and slip out of my flats. She seems depressed and in denial when she glances at me from the stairs. I climb the stair and follow her into her bedroom full of posters of The Beach Boys.
"What's wrong? Your mom hasn't... you know?" I ask with a distorted look on my face. Abi's mother has been on her 'death bed' for the last 5 years, and even though the Doctor's think it's impossible, her mother hasn't died yet, or so I hope. But the way Abi looks at me makes me shiver, like a train wreck waiting to happen. She must have bad news, really bad news...
"No, no, she still refuses to die. I'm so sorry honey; but Robbie got arrested for drugs."
I stare at her in shock and wait for something to come out of my mouth, but it never happens. My boyfriend--the church going, animal loving, dimple smiled boy who stuttered when he asked me out last year-- just got arrested for drugs. And so the impossible really is possible... As of now.
I knew this was going to be a bad day.
